8.1.12

My families 2011 Christmas letter (for those who didn't receive our mailed copy)

Dear Friends and Family,

My family in Mexico!
 As this holiday season comes upon us, we are thankful for the memories this last year provided.  We wish your family a happy holiday season and hope to hear from you!  We started the year in style by invading Puerto Vallarta on January 1st with a small army (25) of Jen’s family.  This was the trip of a lifetime and we are especially fortunate to have shared these moments with mom, uncles, and aunts.  The hotel staff affectionately referred to mom as “gramma” – I think it may have something to do her gracious nature/tips.   Due to some foggy recollections, we wrote a timeline of the trip to go along with the family scrapbooking pictures, so you have a couple of extra minutes read the back page.

 In March the kids hosted a “non-surprise party” to our 25th wedding anniversary – the highlight being the chance to visit with many old and new friends and seeing our young adult children plan the party.  In April, we spontaneously decided to accompany Ron (Phil’s brother), Amy and Chip (Amy’s brother) to celebrate our niece’s, Rebecca, 21st birthday.  She gave us a personalized tour of many attractions in Edinburgh including castles, the school she attended, and pubs and pubs.  A special highlight for Phil and Ron was golfing at St. Andrews Jubilee course and finishing off the golf day with some 30-year old scotch.   Both justified the necessity to blunt their senses for the 2 ½ hour return trip to Edinburgh with Jennifer behind the wheel through winding roads and roundabouts (sometimes in the inappropriate lane).  We also visited London and toured more castles and more pubs.  Of course we only visited the pubs while waiting to tour St. Paul’s Cathedral only a few days before the wedding of Prince William.  Upon returning to Denver, Jeff (Jennifer’s twin) and Jen celebrated their 50th birthdays!  They celebrated in style with golf followed by dinner and dancing at Jeff’s country club.  What a blast seeing all 100 or so friends and family dance like it was 1985 (or the age they were then)!   I am sure there were many of us hurting the next day - in more ways than one.

Being a year of special #’s – in July we were off to Washington D.C. where Phil received an award for 35 years of service to the government.  We enjoyed our time with Lisa and Phillip, a night of fun at the baseball game with the youthful Phil’s friends and Mike (Phil’s boss), Jamie and Mark Archuleta (sorry again about that whole being late thing and rain and getting a bit drenched).  Having done the tourist things in D.C., we were impulsive for a 2nd time this year and decided to test our luck and see if we could get into the US Open.  Jen loves to tell of how Phil almost got thrown in jail for attempting to “scalp tickets”  (good thing it was father’s day and they had mercy) but how Jen managed to get $300+ worth of tickets/bus passes for $30.  Other fun moments included playing in a tournament that Lico (Phil’s brother) organized.   We still find ourselveles traveling to Nebraska and New Mexico to visit relatives and parents.

The younger Phil is in year 2 of law school at Georgetown.  He turned 25 in September and we are proud of his efforts.   Greg is still working part-time at BC and attending the University of Colorado at Denver and hopes to finish up in the spring with a degree in applied mathematics (we are very good at nodding while he explains his projects which most certainly are awesome).  Andrea transferred to Metro State College in Denver.  She is enjoying her classes in Secondary Education and English. Phil and Jen LOVE-LOVE-LOVE having both kids at home – they are NEVER grumpy and ALWAYS help out around the house. (Note: May be biased as it was written by Andrea).  As we send you holiday blessings our family is hosting Heri, a 26 year old teacher from Tanzania who is participating in a leadership program.  Heri says that the American’s are very generous and so very kind.  His gracious manner and infectious laugh have been delightful.  Wishing you the best in 2012!                                                                Phil, Jen and kids 

3.1.12

From my writing class:The old man and the tree


             Branches
                                                                            All tangled in different
                                                                Directions; like morning bed head after
                                                     The Bright lights, radiation the men in wearing white
            Your eyes sparkle and begin reflecting images of hope from a once young
               Man- the wrinkles indicating the years like rings on a red wood tree one marking each
                                                                   Year of its life
                                                              Its fall now and the leaves-
                                               Have begun to dissipate from the once
                           Sturdy branches that held everything together- for a moment
                    The chemo destroys the gray hairs that once defined you as wise, mature
        Skin has begun to  feel  rustic like the bark covered in sap surrounding and defending
                                                                   Chains  around
                   The  tree  base
                   And around you
                   Needles poked
                   And prodded in 

‎"The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start."

In twenty-eleven...
I transferred schools.
I ended one job and started new one.
I traded friendships for miles.
I went to Mexico with 40 family members.
I lost sight of God & then I found him again.
I became close friends with several homeless people.
I cried a lot but I also smiled.
I got very confused.
I protested.
I wrote a lot of papers.
I interviewed people & met strangers.
I received the best grades of my college career.
I performed my first slam poem and later on performed one on camera.
I Tebowed in the street with 1,000 other college students.
I "adopted" a brother who lives in Tanzania.
I got diagnosed with an illness.
I saw my Father cry.
I watched lots of Psych & Community.
I laughed.
I read lots of books and short stories.
I spent about 90 minutes every weekday on the train into school.
I injured my knee.
I watched friends get married or engaged.
I changed my major.
I lost Noel.-- Dearest Noel.- ‎"Some people pass through our lives for a season to teach us a lesson that could never be learned if they stayed."
I prayed & prayed a lot.

30.12.11

21.12.11

peter pan syndrom

I guess were growing up.
It makes me sad to think that
eventually we wont see eachother
everday or talk as often, or see
eachother at holidays... we will all
have our own lives and families
to take care of. Things will be
different.

---I'm not ready for that---

17.12.11

I am sorry if I am sharing too much about anyone on here because I did not change names but I'm just trying to be honest

Freshman year of High School most of my really good friends happened to be guys much to my Mothers dismay. I hung out at their houses all the time. My mom would always tell me, "it's improper for a girl to be alone with guys." I guess I never understood why because I grew up with two brothers-I was so used to being the only girl. It was natural.  I have never been a real 'girly girl' but even in my freshman  year it seemed as though guys liked me regardless. I had a MAJOR CRUSH on one of my best guy friends. This is the kind of all consuming crush where it literally hurts to go an hour without thinking about him. The kind where you purposefully stand or sit in spaces with the hope that his hand will gently brush yours. His name was Sam. He had shaggy blond hair that I dreamed a thousand times of running my hands through, baby blue eyes that I could stare into for hours. To me he seemed perfect and little rugged which is what I liked best about him. Like me, he was into classic rock which was a major plus factor. Also like  me, he was a little shy and awkward which I found adorable but really caused some problems since neither of us had enough guts to make the first move.

I remember one of the highlights of High School for me was the day he asked me to Homecoming. I had this red leather hat that I wore practically every day of Freshman year and Sam had a black hat with a Pink Floyd patch sown on it. We used to steal each others hats for fun - it was a game we played. An inside joke we used to tease each other about. Well one day we switched hats but something seemed a little off to me. At lunch Sam went with one of his really good girl friends to kings soopers and me and AJ -my other really good guy friend- went to Starbucks and they asked us to meet up later. When we regrouped later he switched hats with me again so I had my red leather one back. All the sudden everyone was just staring at me obviously waiting for me to respond. But to what? I had no idea what was happening. Sam told me to look up. So I did and realized he had taped a note to the inside bill of my hat. It said will you go to homecoming with me? Then from behind his back he pulled out a single rose and gave it to me. I told him yes and that he was so adorable and he deserved a hug. I wanted to live in that hug for the rest of eternity. It was the only school dance I was ever asked to which is sort of depressing yes but it was really sweet (despite my horrid awkwardness) and I wouldn't trade the experience for different dates to all of the other school dances. Then that winter me and my friend KJ decorated Sam's bedroom and I asked him to the snowball dance. He said yes and it was another awesome night.

We stayed friends that whole year and although we were close friends he had a lot going on in his life that I must not have known about. His mom who for the record was an awesome lady and always so nice to me got cancer- thankfully she is now a cancer free now but I imagine that must have been hard to deal with.

Then summer came and for some reason I completely lost contact with all of my best friends from Freshman year. To be honest to this day I don't know what happened. I mean, I don't remember a specific incident or anything bad. All I know is we hardly talked all summer and when school started up again I was hoping things would get back to normal. Sam and I even had an English class together but hardly talked all semester. Things didn't go back to normal. Things changed and I convinced myself that we had just drifted apart. To this day I still wonder what the hell happened?

Sophomore year was the worst year of high school. I went from having a social group I loved and busy Friday nights to no social group (vaguely associating with my friends in the drama dpt.) and hanging by myself in my room every night. I read a lot of books that year and watched a lot of tv.

I can give credit to these things that saved me:
Books: 1.The Perkes of Being a Wallflower by: Stephen Chewbosky & the classic 2) Catcher in the Rye by: J.D Salinger.
Movies that saved me: 1. Almost Famous (still saves me) 2. Donnie Darko & 3. Never been kissed.
TV: 1) The O.C- I was obsessed with this show!
Music: 1. Jet- Get born (in my opinion one of the greatest albums of all time).

---Some days I still miss freshman year---

Set to sail


The day that I let go of you-
Be it your memory or your hand-
Will be the day I am set to sail
One last time on the open ocean,
A single sail extending from my casket
My flags flying my final colors.
I will say goodbye with but a smile
And my hands will be filled with life
As they drag across your lovely waves.

-Noel I still miss you a lot especially on days like yesterday when it would have been your birthday-

3.12.11

“May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.”

My emotions are all out of wack.



Early Friday morning my Mom woke me up with horrible news. As soon as the words "Noel Cunningham died last night" came out of her mouth tears began flooding like a tsunami that wouldn't stop. The whole day I was an emotional wreck (I still am). Noel Cunningham was with out a doubt the greatest and most caring man I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. I am thankful that I got the chance to know Noel and I know I wouldn't be half the woman I am today with out his love, knowledge and guidance. He was my hero and my mentor but most of all he was my dear friend. For those of you who unfortunately never knew Noel I will tell you a little bit about his character. Noel was from Ireland originally but moved to the states in his twenties as a chef. Noel lived in Denver for a long time and was a highly regarded man in the community he served at his restaurant Strings. He was not only known for feeding you even when you were not hungry but for feeding those starving around the world. In the 1990's he traveled to Ethiopia, Africa with his wife Tammy where they witnessed horrible poverty. He left the country a man on a mission. I don't think Noel ever knew the meaning of the word "no". Shortly after he and Tammy returned from their trip they started a non profit The Cunningham Foundation who I would travel to Ethiopia with on an all expenses paid trip in 2008. Noel was consistent in always telling me how much he loved me and always reminding me that I could achieve anything I was willing to struggle for. Not only did he raise billions of dollars for those in Ethiopia during his lifetime but in the Denver community he was always providing meals for the homeless during thanksgiving, brunch for Mothers with out a family on Mothers day and anything else he could help out with. His wife and him lived simply so that others could simply live. In an article for Black Tie Colorado, Noel Cunningham was asked what he wanted his epitaph to be. His response, "I tried to live life to the fullest - to participate in life. Not just to have been a taker, I left something behind. I hope I put back a little more than I took." (https://www.blacktie-colorado.com/have-you-met/archive-detail.cfm?id=178). Noel definately accomplished this goal. Noel was a lover. I have never seen another man who loved his wife with the deep love that him and Tammy shared. I have never seen a man who loved the world and everyone in it more than Noel. I have never seen a man who loved sharing food and wisdom like he so often did. There is huge hole in my heart at this time but I am looking to the future to help fufill Noels dreams of bringing the world together, educating all peoples and ending world poverty... I want to give more than I take and truly live my life to the fullest. I know today is a step towards doing that and right now I know Noel is proud of me. To his wife Tammy: Words cannot express how sorry I am. I love you. To Noel: Thank you for changing my life, I love you & will live each day with purpose and love for all. Rest In Peace. I love you!


Noel & Tammy in front of a library they help fund in Ethiopia!

That brings me to my other emotion which is happiness and excitment. Today Herry, a teacher from Tanzania, Africa who is staying with my family for two weeks arrived.My family is so glad to have him here he is truly a beautiful soul and is already teaching us so much as we are also teaching him. It's only day one so I do not have much to say but he already enjoys starbucks and chipotle so he fits right in with my family! He is currently watching Avatar (not sure if he 100% knows whats going on but he seems to be enjoying it) we also played the card game war (I think it bored him but it was the only 2 player game I could think of..).

Next emotion... oh are finals really only two weeks away? well shit! Now im STRESSING THE FUCK OUT!

Love your heart broken, excited, stressed friend,
Andrea
 
 
-- "Live a life that demands explination."--

5.11.11

FUCK!

31.10.11

So here I am writing which is pretty much all I seem to be doing lately... just not so much on here. To be honest life's pretty shitty right now. I keep fucking everything up. Everything is fucked up. At least the doctors know whats wrong with me now... I have been diagnosed with several things (they all suck...) I hate this house. I hate a lot of shit right now. Trying to stay positive but I don't know if I can... I'll be fine just need to give it time.

18.10.11

SMASH PHOTOGRAPHY! LIFE PHOTOGRAPHY!

So, I haven't posted anything of significance in quite a long time. I guess I cant say much except that life is flying by. Lots of school work, lots of work work and some fun has been thrown in their as well. Over all it's been good! Last weekend one of my best friends Nicole Skaff came to town... it was the best time I have had in forever! Man do I miss EVERYONE at Mesa :( I am excited for this weekend... I will be participating in the Denver Zombie Crawl (they are attempting to break a world record for worlds largest Zombie crawl last year was 20,000 strong). But even more exciting on that day Joe Ginsberg will be back in town and will be playing a small show with is new band Baywood at Illegal Petes!!! :D Tomorrow I am going to visit the Occupy Denver protest to get some to information and ideas for my creative non fiction piece due Friday. I am very intrigued by everything that is happening around me. We live in such interesting times! Also planning a trip out with my brother next summer to do a two(ish) week hike of the Appalachian Trail!!! So good... Also, I have been in and out of doctors offices... need to get more blood testing done. Also, my grandpa is really sick probably wont live much longer :( I miss him...

SMASH PHOTOGRAPHY!

So, I haven't posted anything of significance in quite a long time. I guess I cant say much except that life is flying by. Lots of school work, lots of work work and some fun has been thrown in their as well. Over all it's been good! Last weekend one of my best friends Nicole Skaff came to town... it was the best time I have had in forever! Man do I miss EVERYONE at Mesa :( I am excited for this weekend... I will be participating in the Denver Zombie Crawl (they are attempting to break a world record for worlds largest Zombie crawl last year was 20,000 strong). But even more exciting on that day Joe Ginsberg will be back in town and will be playing a small show with is new band Baywood at Illegal Petes!!! :D Tomorrow I am going to visit the Occupy Denver protest to get some to information and ideas for my creative non fiction piece due Friday. I am very intrigued by everything that is happening around me. We live in such interesting times! Also planning a trip out with my brother next summer to do a two(ish) week hike of the Appalachian Trail!!! So good...

3.10.11

The Buried Lights Contest Entry

The Buried Lights Contest Entry

Dear Megan,

Laura, Me ,Pearl, Megan & Kevan celebrating Megans 21st!

Yesterday was one of my Oldest and Best friends 21st birthdays! I have known her 10 years. I met Megan in 6th grade science class with Mr. Burke. The first time we hung out I made up and sang "The Jelly Bean" song to her. Our older brothers were in the same grade and were best friends (they still are). I have always considered Adam (her brother) like a brother to me. I grew up with her family just as she grew up with mine. Last night we celebrated! It had probably been a year since i'd last seen her (I see Adam more than I see Megan) but if felt as if no time had passed at all. That right there is a true friend!

24.9.11

Psalm 30

1 I will exalt you, LORD,
for you lifted me out of the depths
and did not let my enemies gloat over me.
2 LORD my God, I called to you for help,
and you healed me.
3 You, LORD, brought me up from the realm of the dead;
you spared me from going down to the pit.
4 Sing the praises of the LORD, you his faithful people;
praise his holy name.
5 For his anger lasts only a moment,
but his favor lasts a lifetime;
weeping may stay for the night,
but rejoicing comes in the morning.
6 When I felt secure, I said,
“I will never be shaken.”
7 LORD, when you favored me,
you made my royal mountain[c] stand firm;
but when you hid your face,
I was dismayed.
8 To you, LORD, I called;
to the Lord I cried for mercy:
9 “What is gained if I am silenced,
if I go down to the pit?
Will the dust praise you?
Will it proclaim your faithfulness?
10 Hear, LORD, and be merciful to me;
LORD, be my help.”
11 You turned my wailing into dancing;
you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
12 that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent.
LORD my God, I will praise you forever.

20.9.11

So my College news paper does this amazing column called "On the Record" where people write about an album/ band that has impacted their life and the stories behind it. I pick up the Met every week just read this section. I knew as soon as I saw it that I wanted to contribute. So tonight I wrote my own piece and I contacted them about how to submit my work. Hopefully it will be published soon! You can view past submissions here: http://www.metnews.org/category/features/audiofiles/on-the-record/ Seriously there are tons of 'em. any music lover would appreciate them.

19.9.11

I feel HURT among other things...

18.9.11

It seems that I've forgotten how to cry
Looks like life is teaching me again

I am friendless; lifeless; loveless

5.9.11

Saw the little brother of the boy I once loved.
 He skate boarded by me on my work break.

Denver

I feel so lonely

in this big 'ol city

times a wasted

when there's no one



to waste time with